I Was Tired Of Pretending That I

We're Just Musically And Rhythmically Retarded. We Play So Hard That We Can't Tune Our Guitars Fast Enough. People Can Relate To That.

I've Never Been A Very Prolific Person, So When Creativity Flows, It Flows. I Find Myself Scribbling On Little Notepads And Pieces Of Loose Paper, Which Results In A Very Small Portion Of My Writings To Ever Show Up In True Form.

Why In The Hell Do Journalists Insist On Coming Up With A Second Rate Freudian Evaluation On My Lyrics When 90% Of The Time They've Transcribed The Lyrics Incorrectly?

You Know What I Hate About Rock? I Hate Tie-dyed Tee Shirts. I Wouldn't Wear A Tie-dyed Tee Shirt Unless It Was Dyed With The Urine Of Phil Collins And The Blood Of Jerry Garcia.

I'd Like To Live Off The Band, But If Not, I'll Just Retire To Mexico Or Yugoslavia With A Few Hundred Dollars, Grow Potatoes, And Learn The History Of Rock Through Back Issues Of Creem Magazine.